This was the first time Bo Jinxiu visited Jiang Ciyou's residence.
The interior is decorated in a typical Japanese style.
But you can still see some details that show the shadow of the past.
For example, she likes yellow curtains.
For example, the house smells like incense.
Those tiny details hit Bo Jinxiu's heart like a hammer.
She has lived here for two years.
Her shadow is everywhere.
But the layout and style here are different from before.
It's a person, but it seems not to be.
Just like the present Jiang Ciyou.
She was standing right in front of her, but she couldn't recognize her.
Even though I feel sad.
But Bo Jinxiu didn't show it on his face.
He also politely expressed his gratitude to Jiang Ciyou: "Ms. Linglan, thank you for taking me and my son in."
Jiang Ciyou found it a little funny.
Listening to his tone, I felt inexplicably sad.
Jiang Ciyou said, "I'll clean up a room for you."
This house is an independent small western-style building.
The total area has two floors.
Compared with the average Japanese family, the space is relatively large.
The first floor has a living room, kitchen and storage room.
The bedrooms are on the second floor.
The second floor originally had three rooms and a living room.
Jiang Ciyou lives in the master bedroom, Yan Feng lives in the second bedroom, and the remaining room is a study.
There are a lot of things piled up in the study, and there is no place to sleep.
The only way now is to clean up Yan Feng's room and let Bo Jinxiu live in it.
Jiang Ciyou went to Yan Feng's room.
I took out fresh sheets and quilt covers from the cupboard and changed them.
Finally, he said to Bo Jinxiu, "Mr. Bo, please stay here for one night."
Bo Jinxiu said: "Thank you, sorry for the trouble."
Mu Mu felt much better after waking up.
Xia Zuomu took out all the precious toys that she had hidden away in the bottom of her box.
Mumu always plays with toys with him.
It was already noon at this time.
After staying up all night last night, everyone was tired and hungry.
Jiang Ciyou cleaned up the room and said, "I'll make lunch."
Bo Jinxiu looked very surprised: "You can cook?"
Jiang Ciyou didn’t know how to cook before. She was not good at cooking and didn’t like it.
She hates the smell of kitchen fumes, saying it impairs her sense of smell.
She has never had to do housework, like a lazy Persian cat who was born to be served.
So when Jiang Ciyou said she wanted to cook, Bo Jinxiu was very surprised.
Jiang Ciyou rarely showed an embarrassed expression: "I can, but my cooking skills are not very good. Mr. Bo, please forgive me."
Jiang Ciyou went downstairs.
The two children also went to the toy room downstairs.
Bo Jinxiu looked at the two children for a while.
Then he sat down on the sofa in the living room.
From here you can just see Jiang Ciyou busy in the kitchen.
Bo Jinxiu looked at Jiang Ciyou's figure and gradually became distracted.
In the past, she would never force herself to cook.
He couldn't bear to do it either.
But now, for Yan Feng.
She turned out to be a completely different person.
Even started going into the kitchen.
An inexplicable bitterness welled up in my heart.
He became a little more angry towards Yan Feng.
Just then Gao Cen called him.
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